Gracie, our almost 8 month old bundle of raw energy goldendoodle, had surgery a couple weeks ago. THE surgery. The surgery that we let the breeders know she would have in order that we could adopt little Gracie.
Gracie HATES car rides. She started to shake as soon as we got her in the truck. Getting her in the truck was quite the ordeal. She did not want to go. Maybe if Bentley would have been in the truck... But he wasn't. Bentley and Chico were sequestered to the shop. They were miffed when they saw Gracie leave in the truck. Bentley stood at the shop window, looked out, and I'm sure he relayed, play by play, to Chico what was going on. Bentley and Chico LOVE car rides.
She finally settled down. I won't say she slept. But she did settle down. And we were finally able to enjoy the drive to the vet.
On the way I noticed, as I had every time we had driven #1 hwy west, the crosses between the highways. I wonder about the people who died there, on the highway, every time we make that trip.
I wonder, because there was more than 1 cross, if they were family members. Were they friends? Had they been laughing? Where were they going? Who was expecting them? Who is still missing them now? Who loved them?
I also noticed hope on the highway. The crosses are empty. Resurrection has taken place. The empty cross gives me hope. Hope for eternity with Jesus because of the cross. He paved the way to the Father through His sacrifice, His willing sacrifice, for all who believe in Him.
"For God loved the world so much, that he gave His Only Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish... but have everlasting life..." John 3:16
We picked Gracie up later that afternoon. She had been sedated so she slept on the way home. Bentley was ecstatic to see her. Gracie wasn't quite as thrilled to see him. He sensed something had happened to her and quickly brought her his favorite toy, laid it at her paws, and left it there.
Lady and the Cats
bonding on the farm!
Monday, March 24, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
I am Fifty
I just celebrated, this weekend, a milestone birthday. It was 1 I was not looking forward to at all. I believe I even battled some depression earlier this winter as I mulled and stewed about the big 5-0.
Now I'm wondering what all the stewing and mulling was for.
My milestone birthday, as all my previous birthdays, came and went. But it came beautifully. I had the whole weekend to ease into it. And my family and my friends helped me ease easily to this new phase of life - this "50 plus club" phase of life.
I worked on Friday at the little library down the road. Not only was DS home for the weekend, but he surprised me with a dozen beautiful multi- colored roses when I got home from work. And he gave me a warm, welcoming, mother-melting hug. Not only that, but My Sweetheart was barbecuing steak and baking potatoes. DD had made a salad. My Mom was out at the farm. That's how my weekend began. Beautifully. Restfully. Wonderfully. The delicious dinner was followed by a few games of dice. The evening was capped off with a movie. I forget what it was. That must be a sign of the new '50' age.
Saturday didn't disappoint either. The weather was perfect. The boys went to the south farm to do a little work on DS's nest for a few hours before the festivities began. DD and I charged through our house - 2 of us on a mission- to clean, tidy, make salads, and get everything ready before the guests started coming. 15 sat down to pizza and salads. Relatives, friends, neighbors. After supper, more people came for cake and visiting. It was a wonderful day.
My actual birthday was on Sunday. My family made me a yummy Sunday brunch- home made waffles and waffle sauce with fruit, turkey bacon, pan fries, fruit smoothie, fresh coffee. DS brought My Mom out. More dice was played. The boys went back to the nest to do more feathering. DD cleaned up the kitchen. My Mom and I went for a drive to the nest. The cupboards were ready for me to install the knobs and pulls.
After I took My Mom home, the rest of us headed to the city. We met up with our good friends for a birthday dinner. After dinner DS headed back to school. My Sweetheart, DD and I went back to the farm. We ended the evening watching a movie.
I'm so grateful for all I have and for all I love. I overheard My Mom tell one of my friends at my party that she has had a good life. I have too. I am blessed. I am 50.
Now I'm wondering what all the stewing and mulling was for.
My milestone birthday, as all my previous birthdays, came and went. But it came beautifully. I had the whole weekend to ease into it. And my family and my friends helped me ease easily to this new phase of life - this "50 plus club" phase of life.
I worked on Friday at the little library down the road. Not only was DS home for the weekend, but he surprised me with a dozen beautiful multi- colored roses when I got home from work. And he gave me a warm, welcoming, mother-melting hug. Not only that, but My Sweetheart was barbecuing steak and baking potatoes. DD had made a salad. My Mom was out at the farm. That's how my weekend began. Beautifully. Restfully. Wonderfully. The delicious dinner was followed by a few games of dice. The evening was capped off with a movie. I forget what it was. That must be a sign of the new '50' age.
Saturday didn't disappoint either. The weather was perfect. The boys went to the south farm to do a little work on DS's nest for a few hours before the festivities began. DD and I charged through our house - 2 of us on a mission- to clean, tidy, make salads, and get everything ready before the guests started coming. 15 sat down to pizza and salads. Relatives, friends, neighbors. After supper, more people came for cake and visiting. It was a wonderful day.
My actual birthday was on Sunday. My family made me a yummy Sunday brunch- home made waffles and waffle sauce with fruit, turkey bacon, pan fries, fruit smoothie, fresh coffee. DS brought My Mom out. More dice was played. The boys went back to the nest to do more feathering. DD cleaned up the kitchen. My Mom and I went for a drive to the nest. The cupboards were ready for me to install the knobs and pulls.
After I took My Mom home, the rest of us headed to the city. We met up with our good friends for a birthday dinner. After dinner DS headed back to school. My Sweetheart, DD and I went back to the farm. We ended the evening watching a movie.
I'm so grateful for all I have and for all I love. I overheard My Mom tell one of my friends at my party that she has had a good life. I have too. I am blessed. I am 50.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Life and Lemon Pie
I don't like lemonade. So, that old adage, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade" simply does not cut it for me. Lemon pie is more fitting. Smooth, tart, lemony goodness on a flaky, tender crust, topped with fluffy golden-hued meringue is better.
And it is loved by so many. Not only by me. By My Mom. My blue suede brother - I think. My Uncle Stan likes it. He had 2 pieces of my lemon pie the other night. My Sweetheart likes it. And My Sweetheart's Father likes it. In fact, he LOVES it. Anything lemony is a good thing for him.
My Sweetheart's Father started having health issues last fall. Not just minor health issues. Big health issues. From about October on he spent most of the time in different hospitals. Around Christmas time we thought, every time we went to visit him, that maybe this would be the last time. He was chauffeured many times in the past few months in an ambulance.
At his worst, we wondered if he's survive the ambulance trip.
He did. He rallied. Prayers were answered. Well, I know that prayers are always answered. These particular prayers were answered in the way we like them to be answered. With more mortal life.
But with those answered prayers of more mortal life, the family had to make some difficult decisions. The unit that My Sweetheart's Father lived in for close to 10 years was let go. His 'stuff' was divvied up. And My Sweetheart's Frail Father was moved to a long term care home an hour away. We, My Sweetheart and I, picked him up one day at the hospital in the city, and drove him to his new temporary home. On the way there, we drove past our farm- our home that has been in the family for over 100 years now. The farm that My Sweetheart's Father grew up on, the farm where his siblings were raised, the farm where he and his late wife raised his beautiful daughters and My Sweetheart on, the farm where we have lived as a married couple for 18 years. As we drove past the farm I was watching him from my spot in the back seat. I took a picture of him as he was looking nostalgically down the road that he had driven hundreds of times before. I wondered what was going through his mind . I wondered when the last time he had been out to the farm was. I know it was before Thanksgiving, but I don't remember just what day it had been. I wondered what I had served him for a meal that day. I wish I would have given him a little bit bigger piece of dessert. My Sweetheart's Father is diabetic, and I am the one who was very strict about dessert time when he was out. I was strict about every meal when he was out. I had sugar free syrup in the cupboard for waffle brunches, sugar free ice cream in the freezer for treat nights, sugar free cookies in the pantry for times when he came out unexpectedly.
Yesterday, after church, we went to visit My Sweetheart's Father in the care home. We drove the hour down the highway, picked up Subway sandwiches and pop for DD, DS, My Sweetheart and I, and went to the care home. Along with the Subway Sandwiches, My Sweetheart had, in hand, the last piece of lemon pie that I had baked the day before.
My Sweetheart's Father doesn't have much of an appetite. But, he lit into that lemon pie. "It doesn't taste very lemony," he said to me. I guess his taste buds aren't that good. But that's okay. He had a piece of lemon pie. A big piece. And I'm glad I made lemon pie instead of lemonade.
And it is loved by so many. Not only by me. By My Mom. My blue suede brother - I think. My Uncle Stan likes it. He had 2 pieces of my lemon pie the other night. My Sweetheart likes it. And My Sweetheart's Father likes it. In fact, he LOVES it. Anything lemony is a good thing for him.
My Sweetheart's Father started having health issues last fall. Not just minor health issues. Big health issues. From about October on he spent most of the time in different hospitals. Around Christmas time we thought, every time we went to visit him, that maybe this would be the last time. He was chauffeured many times in the past few months in an ambulance.
At his worst, we wondered if he's survive the ambulance trip.
He did. He rallied. Prayers were answered. Well, I know that prayers are always answered. These particular prayers were answered in the way we like them to be answered. With more mortal life.
But with those answered prayers of more mortal life, the family had to make some difficult decisions. The unit that My Sweetheart's Father lived in for close to 10 years was let go. His 'stuff' was divvied up. And My Sweetheart's Frail Father was moved to a long term care home an hour away. We, My Sweetheart and I, picked him up one day at the hospital in the city, and drove him to his new temporary home. On the way there, we drove past our farm- our home that has been in the family for over 100 years now. The farm that My Sweetheart's Father grew up on, the farm where his siblings were raised, the farm where he and his late wife raised his beautiful daughters and My Sweetheart on, the farm where we have lived as a married couple for 18 years. As we drove past the farm I was watching him from my spot in the back seat. I took a picture of him as he was looking nostalgically down the road that he had driven hundreds of times before. I wondered what was going through his mind . I wondered when the last time he had been out to the farm was. I know it was before Thanksgiving, but I don't remember just what day it had been. I wondered what I had served him for a meal that day. I wish I would have given him a little bit bigger piece of dessert. My Sweetheart's Father is diabetic, and I am the one who was very strict about dessert time when he was out. I was strict about every meal when he was out. I had sugar free syrup in the cupboard for waffle brunches, sugar free ice cream in the freezer for treat nights, sugar free cookies in the pantry for times when he came out unexpectedly.
Yesterday, after church, we went to visit My Sweetheart's Father in the care home. We drove the hour down the highway, picked up Subway sandwiches and pop for DD, DS, My Sweetheart and I, and went to the care home. Along with the Subway Sandwiches, My Sweetheart had, in hand, the last piece of lemon pie that I had baked the day before.
My Sweetheart's Father doesn't have much of an appetite. But, he lit into that lemon pie. "It doesn't taste very lemony," he said to me. I guess his taste buds aren't that good. But that's okay. He had a piece of lemon pie. A big piece. And I'm glad I made lemon pie instead of lemonade.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Finding Feathers
I realize it's been quite some time since I have posted on this. Frankly, I was unable to think of anything to write about. Or so I told myself. Honestly, I think I just needed a break.
I'm back and have decided to write, but to write less often than in the past. Maybe once a week. Maybe once every two weeks. Right now, it's a 'wait and see.'
But, I am glad to be back writing. I'm happy to invite you back in to glimpses of my life.
I talked to a good friend the other day. She was a neighbor and a dear friend from church. Her and her husband moved from their farm to the big big city in January. We have another connection with them. A few years ago we bought some of their farm land. And with that came their house. Their 'little house on the prairie.' The views from their windows, now our windows, are breathtaking. The house is on somewhat of a little hill and the views stretch, at times, as far as the eye can see.
She, my friend, and her husband, were glad to hear that new life is being breathed into their home. Dear Son, as a matter of fact, will be living there. Soon. He is 'feathering his nest' - to quote my friend, the former house owner.
Dear Son was very happy, as were we, that he landed his co-op job, part of his schooling in civil engineering, at our near city. He'll be working there for 8 months. The bonus for us is that he will also be close enough to home to help on the farm.
As I gently shoo him from my nest, I am glad that he has his own nest that he is feathering. He's home this week for his spring break. He's busy, with mostly My Sweetheart, sometimes me, sanding and prepping and sawing and planning. Painting will be taking place soon. The now empty house will soon be ready and welcoming it's precious cargo - my DS.
I'm back and have decided to write, but to write less often than in the past. Maybe once a week. Maybe once every two weeks. Right now, it's a 'wait and see.'
But, I am glad to be back writing. I'm happy to invite you back in to glimpses of my life.
I talked to a good friend the other day. She was a neighbor and a dear friend from church. Her and her husband moved from their farm to the big big city in January. We have another connection with them. A few years ago we bought some of their farm land. And with that came their house. Their 'little house on the prairie.' The views from their windows, now our windows, are breathtaking. The house is on somewhat of a little hill and the views stretch, at times, as far as the eye can see.
She, my friend, and her husband, were glad to hear that new life is being breathed into their home. Dear Son, as a matter of fact, will be living there. Soon. He is 'feathering his nest' - to quote my friend, the former house owner.
Dear Son was very happy, as were we, that he landed his co-op job, part of his schooling in civil engineering, at our near city. He'll be working there for 8 months. The bonus for us is that he will also be close enough to home to help on the farm.
As I gently shoo him from my nest, I am glad that he has his own nest that he is feathering. He's home this week for his spring break. He's busy, with mostly My Sweetheart, sometimes me, sanding and prepping and sawing and planning. Painting will be taking place soon. The now empty house will soon be ready and welcoming it's precious cargo - my DS.
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